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The Gardener’s Daughter
Category: Romance
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.